Soaking in the bath I can hear the ocean, blustery sporadic wind, intense chirruping of at least ten weaver birds constructing homes above the pool by destructing the trees around them; 99% of the nests are sure to be rejected
22, 88 and yellow weaver birds, as well as the lotus flower, are strong-good omens for me
Even these words are struggly, like my attempt to not beat up my internal sensor, like my attempt to not procrastinate
I'm at the arse end of a long, hard year and I'm tired
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